Oh, I am so very very proud of myself. And also incredibly frustrated.
The proudness comes in the form of completing 8% of the Sudoku puzzles on my NintendoDSLite [guess who got Dr. Kawashima’s Brain Training, How Old Is Your Brain? (mine is currently 39) for Christmas?] despite my dyscalculia and my apparent lack of logicalness. However, the frustration comes from being unable to complete any more of the Sudoku puzzles. Humpf.
It seems I have peaked in the Sudoku stakes.
I arrived at work on Wednesday to discover an email [sent only to important people, not me] proclaiming that I am to be the Teaching Assistant not only for Ms. Hippy/English, but also for Maths, the works skills ‘team’, and the Pastoral People [who are worshipped by the TwoFacedBitch, even though the rest of the staff find them arrogant and lacking in team spirit]. This hasn’t been discussed with me. On top of this I am ‘teaching’ fifteen 1-1 lessons of English [most of it GCSE], plus a dash of ICT and a bit of something else. There are also countless meetings to attend and cover for ill members of staff. I am obviously Wonder Woman, and therefore would be grateful if you would all treat me accordingly.
I never check my work emails at home. But I did just now. The kids only came back on Thursday. My timetable has already changed three times. Oh well. C’est la vie, eh?
I am now going back to never checking my work emails at home. I don’t get paid enough to worry about it. Of course, the standard response to that is, but goodness, you obviously shouldn’t be working here if you’re not dedicated to checking your emails at home – you really should question your commitment to the position …
Also, I can’t stop listening to Justin Timberlake’s SexyBack. Help me, please! And The Blokey has a sore mouth and is doing the ‘man thing’, and the cat won’t go outside to poo because of a little bit of wind/rain, and it’s always me who has to make the bed, and as soon as I clean up the place becomes a mess again …
Oh, my bloody massacre is due. Could you guess?
please God, bless this coming week at work and if you want me to suffer an illness for a couple of days then that’s fine, thanks xxx Elsabeth